For me, physical love has always been bound to an irresistible feeling of innocence and joy. Thus, I cannot love in tears but in exaltation.

Somebody has to have the last word. If not, every argument could be opposed by another and we'd never be done with it.

A true masterpiece does not tell everything.

That's the way man is, cher monsieur. He has two faces: he can't love without self-love.

Any country where I am not bored is a country that teaches me nothing.

Their guilt made me eloquent because I was not its victim.

At the heart of all beauty lies something inhuman, and these hills, the softness of the sky, the outline of these trees at this very minute lose the illusory meaning with which we had clothed them, henceforth more remote than a lost paradise . . . that denseness and that strangeness of the world is absurd.